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Dec. 18th, 2008 11:01 pmHuh. It's been a while since I've had a music-induced panic attack. This was a few days ago, and I'm still processing it. It wasn't anywhere near the Queen Mother of an attack I had at 20, when I first listened to side 2 of Kate Bush's Hounds of Love at midnight with the lights off and Could Not Deal. But it was disconcerting enough that I haven't turned on my iPod since.
For the record, the trigger was my iPod at work following up something by Steve Tibbetts (don't recall the track) with "A Fairytale About Slavery" by Miranda Sex Garden. The first one set me off balance, and then the second one kicked me to the floor. I think the main problem was that the music was sending me Elsewhere, but it was doing so while I was trying to field mundane phone calls and function like a normal human being; whatever part of my brain was doing the processing couldn't reconcile the disconnect. Not the first time this has happened for various reasons, but it usually only leaves me uneasy or a little off, not digging my fingernails into the desk.
So, yeah, I caught myself doing some low-level hyperventilation and mapping out escape plans. Luckily, that was all—I maintained pretty well for the hour or so I had to endure before the end of my shift—but I had to turn off the radio on the way home because the music hurt. Very odd.
Like I said, that was a few days ago, and I haven't listened to music at work since. Which doesn't explain today's panic attack at all.... (And yes, we can listen to mp3 players and such while we take calls, as long as we're using ear buds and keeping the volume low.)
For the record, the trigger was my iPod at work following up something by Steve Tibbetts (don't recall the track) with "A Fairytale About Slavery" by Miranda Sex Garden. The first one set me off balance, and then the second one kicked me to the floor. I think the main problem was that the music was sending me Elsewhere, but it was doing so while I was trying to field mundane phone calls and function like a normal human being; whatever part of my brain was doing the processing couldn't reconcile the disconnect. Not the first time this has happened for various reasons, but it usually only leaves me uneasy or a little off, not digging my fingernails into the desk.
So, yeah, I caught myself doing some low-level hyperventilation and mapping out escape plans. Luckily, that was all—I maintained pretty well for the hour or so I had to endure before the end of my shift—but I had to turn off the radio on the way home because the music hurt. Very odd.
Like I said, that was a few days ago, and I haven't listened to music at work since. Which doesn't explain today's panic attack at all.... (And yes, we can listen to mp3 players and such while we take calls, as long as we're using ear buds and keeping the volume low.)
